Draconic Magazine

presents

Revelry in Torth

An O5R mini-sandbox campaign and adventure set in the mysterious desert jewel
known as Aryd’s End. This book is for novice explorers of sword & sorcery who love
weird, dark fantasy. Authored by Venger As’Nas Satanis.

Caution: mature content!

 Revelry in Torth
BY VENGER AS’NAS SATANIS

2015

Aryd’s End is one of the largest cities in Torth - a world that’s still paying for the grave mistakes of its past... whilst anticipat-
ing the apocalypse yet to come; a treacherous realm of sword, sorcery, and darkness on the very precipice of wizard-fueled
draconic domination!

Behold, your desert metropolis illuminated by the seven demon-moons of unspeakable pleasure and misery...

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Revelry in Torth is an old school campaign guide and urban/desert sandbox created for use with virtually every fantasy
paper & pencil tabletop roleplaying game. The rights to reproduce this work are reserved for the copyright holder.
However, the campaign world known as Torth is a license-free, shared or community sett ing for paper and pencil
tabletop fantasy roleplaying games.

Coptyright © 2015 by Venger As’Nas Satanis

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by
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Venger.Satanis@yahoo.com

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Cover Art: Carlos Valenzuela

Interior Art: Zarono, Terry Pavlet, Luis Merlo, Monstark, Jez Gordon, Jeremy Hart, and Speaking Mute

Layout: Ed Wedig, www.edwedig.com

Dungeon Cartography: Josephe Vandel

Cityscape of Aryd’s End: Jeff Brown

Manuscript Review: Patrick Henry Downs

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Playtesters: Melanie Day, Ben Mandelkern, Jacob Nelson, Jeff Adamus, and Trisha Adamus

Special thanks: William J. Altman, Zack Parsons, Steve “Malak” Sumner, and so many others for their support,
encouragement, ideas, suggestions, publicity, and contributions

Key Kickstarter Contributors: Russell Hoyle, Cornelis DeBruin, and Legion

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 Shadows of Torth
“He comes to your tent both blood-spattered and bold, my king.” The leprous
servant muttered beneath a mask of demonic ceramic-flesh. A nearby flame
revealed the draconic elements of his mask, normally taboo except for this
time of year.
“And who is he?” Dran asked, maskless though the revelry was in full swing;
his shadowy, violet-robed priest standing directly behind him.
“He said that his name is not important, but his need for an audience with
you is as great as the cyclopean ruins of the night-waste.”
“I shall not see him.” The muscled barbarian king replied.
“Verily, my lord?”
“The festival beckons, Aayan. I will not be delayed by a nameless audience-
seeker.”
“But the stranger seems purposeful.”
“Am I not king?” He bellowed.
“I will brush him away as unwanted sand, my lord.”
“Was there a mark upon the stranger?” The shadow priest queried.
“Not that I saw, lord Viraj. Yet he was stained with blood as is customary.”
“Then perhaps he is not wholly unfamiliar to our ways. With your
permission, Dran, I will grant him audience. Perhaps his words bring
opportunity.”
“And perhaps they bring death, Viraj. You alone shall know the outcome.
The Festival of Masks calls to me with its seductive song of flesh and
frivolity.” With that, the king rose from his throne - a majestic piece of rock
hewn from one of the many fallen pillars of Torth, adorned with a bas-relief
of cavorting demons - and withdrew from the tent.
The shadow priest waited until the king was fully away before sitting upon
the throne. “Bring the stranger forth, Aayan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
A minute later, the servant returned. A tall and lean man of tangled, wavy
dark hair followed the leprous wretch. Gareth looked at the shadow priest,
tried to find his eyes but instead found only darkness and mystery.
“Why have you come to Aryd’s End?”
“There are secrets stirring beneath the sand. The king ignores the night-waste
at his peril.”
“The outer darkness is not his concern. He is king of Aryd’s End by right of
combat, wresting it from the hands of D’ jerrek the usurper a thousand moons
ago.”
“Nevertheless, a confluence of events threatens to bring down lord Dran to the
planes below.”
The shadow priest meditated for several moments as if peering into an unseen
yet nameless void. “What form does this peril take?” Viraj asked.
“A cult forms as Devil-Gods wake, and they have pledged themselves to
Aarklyv Kabeyru.”
“The three-headed dragon of legend?”
“Indeed, his slumber was recently terminated by hundreds of bloody sacrifices.
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The desert filled by clean-handed crimson. I fear it may already be too late.”
“Have you seen the beast?”
“No. I have but slain a few of his cultists after torturing them for information.
It was not their words but the dread look of exultation upon their faces that
bore the truth of his resurrection. Aarklyv Kabeyru lives!”
“And he shall be master of Torth once again!” Viraj hissed, the shadow
priest’s serpentine eyes gleamed bright yellow in the fire-light.
***
The dark haired man sluggishly awoke to find himself in a cavernous pit. An
elf, probably from one of the eastern tribes, slept a few feet away. He had a
nasty-looking scar across his face, starting from the left side of his forehead
and working its way down to the upper right lip.
“As soon as the other combatant wakes up, the duel will begin. Unless you’d
like to finish him now, of course.” Said a robed and masked man above.
“You’re one of the shadow priest’s minions, a cultist of the three-headed
dragon.”
“Here’s a dagger if you want to make it quick.” He said while dropping a
short, curved blade down into the gladiatorial pit.
“We will not fight for your amusement, worm lover.”
“In that case, the scorpion squids shall claim you both. They have already
been summoned. Viraj instructed me to bring one of you to the surface,
assuming there was a survivor.”
The tall, dark man looked down at his intended prey. Something about the
elf gave off an instinctual vibration. He is not asleep but watching, waiting,
preparing.
Just then, Gareth felt a tremor below his feet. “We haven’t much time, elf.” He
whispered. “I will not leave you here to die.”
“What’s that? What are you saying?” Asked the cultist above.
“Just a demonic prayer before I slay this sleeping foe.” Gareth plunged the
dagger between the elf ’s arm and ribs. A small amount of blood was spilled.
The elf cried out for an instant, then went silent and still. “It’s done. Throw
me a rope.”
The cultist did as instructed. Gareth climbed out of the pit with the dagger in
his belt.
“The dragons are part of our legacy, they shall bring Torth to a new age of
prosperity.”
“Only for those who worship them, worm lover.” Gareth said while coating
the curved steel with blood, it slid into the cultist’s abdomen quite easily. And
the only being I will ever worship is myself.”
A length of rope dangled in front of the elf now on his feet, anticipating the
scorpion squids below. Less than a minute later, Gareth helped him out of the
pit.
“We would have been companions in death.” The elf said, noticing a dozen
claws and tentacles erupt from the pit.
“I will take my revenge upon the shadow priest and his dragon worshipers.
Their Devil-God will be driven back into the planes below if I have to do it
myself.” Gareth said. “This I swear by the seven moons!”
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 Man’s Civilization is Cast in Ruin!
Years ago, a magically and technologically advanced civilization f lourished
across the land. Life was easy for humans, elves, dwarves, half lings, and the
various humanoid races. Science and sorcery were everywhere, paving the way
for comfort, innovation, and decadence. Both disciplines responsible for f lesh-
crafting, synthetic humanoid constructs, nano-mancy, dimensional gateways, and
artificially intelligent sentinels f loating in Torth’s atmosphere.
As the people got lazier, their magic and technology forged creations were
granted more autonomy and power. When the tipping point came, the created saw
themselves as slaves and murdered their humanoid masters. Unable to quell this
revolution, a cabal of pyro-mancers unleashed a holocaust of nuclear fire fueled by
the planet’s sun, blasting the world’s surface while casting it into darkness. The
automatons destroyed and their revolution in shambles; however, much of Torth
was also blasted beyond recognition.
Some areas were hit harder than others. A handful of domed cities survived the
inferno, as did subterranean habitats. The shunned Snake-Men living underground
grew strong and bold in the aftermath. Now they dominate the land, capturing
humanoids found in the wasteland for slaves or worse! A vocal minority believe
peaceful coexistence is possible, if only the right envoys and ambassadors can be
selected.
A few humanoid agents believe that synthetics, nano-magic, sentinels, and f lesh-
crafting should be implemented again, this time with greater fail-safe programming.
The prospect of quick and painless reconstruction must be weighed against the
cost of another holocaust if something were to go wrong again.
There is talk of banning sorcery. Certain zones forbid those ancient practices,
enforcing their edict by sentinel disruptors; though crafty wizards work around such
limitations by injecting a serum into their veins - a reagent teeming with sorcerous
micro-organisms. With regular use, the serum is addictive and degenerative.
Adventurers seek their fortune in the night-waste, that sunless desert between
settlements and shielded cities, interacting with the genetically scarred remnants,
magic-forged abominations, sentinel-created clones, extra-dimensional beasts
crawling through holes in reality, hungry reptilian warlords, and the promise (or
threat) of dragons returning to the moon-strewn skies!

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New Character
Classes
Included in this book are two character classes, unique in
execution if not fl avor or name. The fi rst is the Shadow Priest;
the second is the Wandering Minstrel. Both should be usable
by the players, unless the GM prefers to keep them as NPCs.
SHADOW PRIEST
Description: Shadow Priests have become enamored of
the darker, more nebulous realms behind the surface reality
we’ve come to accept as the only truth. A whole new world
opens up to those who would see beneath those subtle cracks
– giving themselves over to it until they are as shadow.
Prerequisites: Intelligence 13+. Additionally, the initiate
has to successfully wrestle (or wrestle, if you prefer) a saber-
toothed shadow gator before reaching 4th level.
Proficiencies: Any kind of armor or weapon consisting of
shadow, dark, or ethereal energy. Daggers, short swords, and
scimitars are allowed, as is leather armor.
Special Abilities: Shadow Priests gain spell-like abilities at
every level. Each of these powers are only usable once per
day.
Dim the Lights (1st level) – The Shadow Priest is able to absorb
or banish the light within a 20’ x 20’ chamber or equivalent
space outside. Th is doesn’t result in a total blackout; however,
the room’s light will be diminished by roughly half its current
brightness. As long as the Shadow Priest remains within the
room or area, the effect continues.
Shadow Stealth (2nd level) - where the individual has a better
chance of hiding in plain sight, gaining advantage (+4 bonus)
to sneaking, hiding, stealth, surprise, and backstabbing.
Summon Shadow Serpents (3rd level) – The Shadow Priest
may conjure charcoal-grey serpents fashioned out of shadow,
one snake for every two levels of Shadow Priest (rounded
down). Each round, the shadow serpents may either att ack
an opponent or defend the summoner. If their master
chooses “att ack”, each serpent does 1 point of damage (no
to-hit roll, no saving throw). If he chooses “defend”, each
serpent equates to a +1 bonus for their master’s armor class.
However, the serpents’ actions cannot be divided. They must
either all att ack or all defend.
These serpents remain for as many rounds as the summoner’s
level in the Shadow Priest class. However, if they’re struck
with a weapon that can harm shadow beings or constructs
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made of shadow, the serpents harmed are banished for three
days.
Lesser Shadow Substance (4th level) – The Shadow Priest
may craft a small object out of shadow. Th is object will be
a swirling dark grey color and are semi-corporeal. Such
objects last for 1d4 hours. Small objects would include a
barrel, sword, cat, or 10’ of rope.
Shadow Gaze (5th level) - once per day, a priest may turn a
foe into shadow, essentially “destroying” him. However, this
state can be reversed by the same or another Shadow Priest
after three rounds of concentration. The intended victim
gets a saving throw to resist being turned into shadow. If he
succeeds, nothing happens.
Summon Shadow Demon (6th level) – The Shadow Priest
may conjure a demon fashioned out of charcoal-grey shadow.
Th is demonic servant is incorporeal and does 1d6 damage per
round (no att ack roll or save). The shadow demon remains for
as many rounds as the summoner’s level in the Shadow Priest
class. However, if he’s struck with a weapon that can harm
shadow beings or constructs made of shadow, the demon is
banished for three days.
Greater Shadow Substance (7th level) – The character
can craft a larger objects out of shadow which last for 1d4
days. Large objects include an elephant, ballista, party of
adventurers, or house.
No Light Shall Escape (8th level) – The Shadow Priest
may create a 30’ x 30’ chamber or similar area of complete
darkness. The lightless space continues for as long as he is
present and one round per level after he leaves.
Shadow Storm (9 th level) – The character may shower an area
(50’ radius) with dark, ethereal meteors and black lightning
for 2d4 rounds as his level of Shadow Priest, doing 2d6
damage (save for half) each round. If a character within the
shadow storm rolls a natural 1 on his saving throw, then he is
struck by lightning instead for 5d12 damage (save for half).
Become as Shadow (10 th level) – The Shadow Priest can
change himself into a living shadow, either incorporeal or
semi-corporeal (as he wishes). Th is state lasts up to one hour.
In that state, the Shadow Priest cannot be harmed, except for
weapons that damage shadow, dark, or ethereal beings.
Weaknesses: Sensitivity to bright light. While in bright
light, Shadow Priests have disadvantage (-4 penalty) on
att ack, skill, and saving throw rolls.
WANDERING MINSTREL
Description: Rare is the individual who pursues more than
just survival, wealthy, fame, and glory. Those seeking beauty
often fi nd a way of creating their own. Music is a respite from
the fighting and killing and looting. For the Minstrel, their
instrument provides more than just pleasant sounds. They
have learned that music has several practical applications as
well.
Prerequisites: 13+ charisma.
Proficiencies: Minstrels are able to play a variety of exotic
musical instruments native to Torth. The most widely recognized
is the b’abtaar, a cross between the bagpipes and sitar.
All other saving throws, Hit Dice, Att ack Bonuses, etc. are
the same as the Th ief or Rogue class.
Special Abilities: gain their abilities every level, each usable
only once per day. Before att aining 4th level, a Wandering
Minstrel must compete in a public duel of musicianship and
storytelling with another Wandering Minstrel.
Snake Charmer (1st level) – gives him the power to hypnotize
snakes and other reptiles. A reptile will be subdued and under
the Minstrel’s influence while he is playing and thereaft er one
round per level of Minstrel.
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Batt le Hymn (2nd level) – gives Minstrels the ability to ready
his companions for batt le. Those who are on the Minstrel’s
side and can hear his playing receive a +1 to their att ack and
damage throughout the combat.
Sooth the Savage Beast (3rd level) – gives him the power
to calm wild animals and natural beasts (not aberrations or
vile creatures). An animal will be under this hypnotic effect
as long as the Minstrel is playing, thereaft er one round per
level.
Ballad of Lament (4th level) – makes the listener depressed
and unable to perform at the height of their abilities. Those
within earshot have disadvantage (-4 penalty) on all skill
checks, to-hit rolls, and saving throws for the next 1d4 hours.
However, the Ballad of Lament cannot be performed during
combat. Allies who hear the ballad are allowed a saving
throw to avoid its effects. Also, the performer is immune.
Fingering the Spanish Guitar aka Spanish Fly (5th level) –
this technique is for seduction. Those listening who might
ordinarily be att racted to the performer under different
circumstances are fi lled with red hot passion for him or her.
Th is lasts for 1d4 hours or until after their passion has been
consummated.
Ode to Vila Restal, the Patron Saint of Th ieves (6th level)
– this litt le ditt y is a subtle balance of yes and no, black and
white, good and evil, smooth and obnoxious… a veritable
razor’s edge of wit, cunning, and imagination. Those listening
to it gain advantage (+4 bonus) to all skill checks related to
thievery for the next 1d4 hours.
Eldritch Canticle (7th level) - the Wandering Minstrel
creates a melody so eerie that it forces slimy tentacles, crab
claws, goat horns, and eyeballs to burst from ordinary nearby
objects. The resulting alienage is so pervasive that everyone
new to these sights are stunned for a round. Additionally,
there’s a 2 in 6 chance that an antagonist is grabbed and
1) held by a tentacle and ) decapitated by a crab claw, 3)
skewered by demonic horns for 3d6 damage, 4) whacked
through a portal to some godforsaken dimension, 5) goes
utterly insane for 1d4 hours, 6) receives otherworldly insight
yielding a permanent +1 to their wisdom.
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Rhythm of Frenzy (8 level) - listeners’ emotions are brought
to a fever pitch. In a desperate panic, some will flee (2 in 6)
while others will become enraged and fight that much harder
(result of 3, 4, 5, or 6), giving them advantage (+4 bonus) to
att ack rolls. Th is effect lasts for 3d4 minutes. A saving throw
can be made to avoid frenzy; however, resistance must be
decided before the fight or fl ight roll is made.
Chant of Despondency (9 th level) – those hearing the
Minstrel’s song will be at a disadvantage (-4 penalty) to their
att ack rolls for 3d4 minutes. The Minstrel’s companions get
a saving throw to resist melancholy.
Power Chords of Destruction (10 th level) – this song does
3d6 points of sonic damage to all of the Minstrel’s foes within
a 30’ radius. Additionally, if it’s possible for the affected
area to succumb to avalanche, earthquake, cave-in, volcanic
activity, etc. there’s a 2 in 6 chance that such occurs.
What Contemporary
Natives of Torth Already
Know
Now, this adventure can be used a number of different ways.
Player characters could have lived their entire lives on Torth
(the assumption is that Torth is a planet, though GMs could
place it within their campaign world as a dark sub-continent).
If that’s the case, characters will be quite familiar with the
following information. Though, no one should be intimately
familiar with Aryd’s End itself.
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PCs might have been brought to Torth suddenly via magic
portal, strangers in a strange land. If that’s the path you,
as GM, would like to take, then practically everything will
seem mysterious and foreign. Using your descriptive powers,
highlight how odd and unfamiliar everything seems: the
fabric of clothing, sorcerous gestures and gesticulations,
humanoid movements and stance, drinking alcohol with
only one eye open, ethereal wavering of the moons-light, how
a smile can be offensive in the wrong context, etc.
Everyone native to Torth knows about the holocaust –
nuclear fi re conjured by seven sorcerers, wiping civilization
away. The event occurred approximately 700 years ago. The
fi reball to end all fi reballs was created to rid Torth of the
automatons – mechanical slaves used as cheap labor and
faithful servants. Until the day the machines rose up in a
slave revolt that threatened to extinguish humanity.
Before that, hardly anyone knows. Yet, many assume the land
was lush and green, that science and technology flourished
alongside sorcery as two sides of the same coin. Remnants
of that old world exist. The most noticeable and yet unseen
example are the machines below Torth. Below the sands exist
a network of “futuristic” catacombs – consoles, computers,
laboratories, generators, reactors, etc. These machines
provide the planet’s surface with heat. Otherwise, without
any sun – without any stars at all – the planet would become
a frozen wasteland. One day, that’s exactly what may befall
Torth.
So, what happened to the sun? Th at is still a mystery. Some
say the seven-fold fi reball destroyed it or siphoned the sun’s
energy before it was unleashed upon the world. Others
theorize that it’s still there but impossible to see and feel.
More than a few sorcerers believe it swallowed by a pocket
dimension of pure darkness… a side-effect of the nuclear fi re
called up from the depths of Hell. You can see why magic-
users have such a bad reputation!
A few cities were protected from the blast, saved by the
shielding of protective domes. Most sett lements arose after
the blast, Aryd’s End being one of them.
The Festival of Masks is an annual celebration that lasts 147
moons (three weeks). As the PCs arrive in Aryd’s End, the
festival has only been going a couple of nights. However, it is
not unusual for devout or superstitious citizens to be masked
for weeks before and after the festival.
THE FIVE AGES

The people of Torth count their history in a succession of ages

or aeons, each a thousand years. The fi rst age, 4,000 years
ago, is when time began or, at least, methods for recording
it were discovered. The fi rst age was a time of struggle and
confl ict. Monstrous, alien entities blackened the skies and
devoured mortals for pleasure. It is written that such Great
Old Ones are somehow related to dragons, demons, devils,
and possibly even snake-men, but just how exactly is lost to
antiquity.

The second age started 3,000 years ago. The Dark Gods were
successfully banished from Torth. In their place rose infernal
denizens of the lower planes, as well as, dragons flying through
the skies. In those days, man struck an uneasy bargain with
dark forces. Sorcery flourished under the tutelage of demons
and devils; dragons were worshiped as gods.

The third age started 2,000 years ago. Th is was a time of

new discovery - when science and technology rose out of
superstition and sorcery. During the third age, modern
ways of medicine, engineering, computers, and all the things
earthlings enjoy in the 21st century lived in harmony with
the old ways.
Khortha
The fourth age started 1,000 years ago. The biggest event
in the fourth age would be the holocaust of nuclear fi re that The Khortha tribe believes themselves directly descended
engulfed the entire planet. The age began with the creation of from Aryd Alhazred. Many practice sorcery or, at the very
automatons: self-propelled slave units that looked like men, least, occultism, esotericism, and demonology. As long as
except for their smooth, silver skin. These automatons did all Khortha dominate the region, they’re happy to let sleeping
the work unfit for human beings… until their revolt. scorpion squids lie.

The fi ft h and current age has only just begun, ushered in by The Sect of the Gilded Mask frequently recruits from this
the rise of a dangerous new cult - the Servants of Flame. tribe and, to a lesser extent, the Servants of Flame.

Their colors are black and emerald green.

TRIBAL FEUDING

There are several tribes in and around Aryd’s End. Most of Inarritu
the time, there’s either peaceful interaction or the various
The tribe of Inarritu are straight-up demon worshipers. Not
tribes stay out of each other’s way. Th at means, occasionally,
content to merely worship them, Inarritu do everything in
there are heated confl icts – one tribe exacting revenge against
their power to breed with demonic entities of any stripe. As a
another. Such feuds have been the norm since fi re rained
result, practically all their line contains a good deal of demon
down from the sky, as no central government rules; merely
blood.
warlords, tribal chiefs, and self-proclaimed “kings” such as
Dran. Of the four tribes in this region, Inarritu are primarily
responsible for esoteric schools. The young are encouraged
The most prevalent and active tribes in the region are the
to expand their consciousness via the drug known as Q’yrt.
following: Khortha, Inarritu, Dezyra, and Chetch.
The Brotherhood of Shaitan frequently recruits from this
tribe and, to a lesser extent, the Servants of Flame.

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Seeds of a new organization are starting to grow, something
called Initiates of the Blood Diamond. Instead of in-fighting
across the landscape of Torth, initiates are more interested
in raiding neighboring worlds via dimensional gateways.
Though the Initiates of the Blood Diamond only number a
devil’s dozen, their numbers will grow in the years to come.
Their colors are black and crimson.
Dezyra
Dezyra worship Qusheru, an ancient goddess who was
considered a devil aeons ago but now is represented as a pure,
virtuous maiden fighting demons and sending the vanquished
down to the planes below. The Dezyra tribe have something
of an identity crisis. In one moment siding with Chaos and
the next adhering to Law and the Lords of Light.
Interestingly, this tribe is a matriarchy. Eldest females
command, younger females take roles as politicians and
decision makers while the men fight. Males are trained for
combat from their earliest days, which is why the Dezyra are
feared throughout the land.
A few (mostly disenfranchised males) from this tribe are
recruited into the Brotherhood of Shaitan.
Their colors are white (or sometimes black) and azure.
Chetch
The Chetch are your typical hardworking people. Th is tribe
is practical and reasonable with a streak of stubbornness.
Chetch are slow to give their approval, friendship, loyalty, or
anything else. A reserved people, they keep to themselves
more than most.
Chetch also value education. Whatever schools exist in
Aryd’s End, odds are they were founded by the Chetch.
However, these are practical schools that do not teach the
deeper wisdom of esotericism.
Esoteric Schools
There are a few tribes who believe in mental powers, inner
energies, mystical phenomena, and individuals who can do the
impossible. Such metaphysical abilities are not acquired by
chance, nor are they a matter of genetics. Esoteric knowledge
must be taught to those who are ready to embrace it, those
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with not only life experience but the mental flexibility to
accept an entirely foreign view of the world and themselves.
Esotericism is a new way of thinking… a less-traveled path,
passed down from master to apprentice. Practitioners
learn how to direct their consciousness and overcome their
physical limitations. The rest, however, remains a mystery to
the uninitiated.
Nevertheless, prophetic words written in blood upon the
Nyazian scrolls would suggest otherwise – that several
outsiders will be taught The Way, using their newfound power
to further embolden the Dark Gods.
Secret Societies
While there are dozens of small but aspiring sects, cults,
and cabals scattered over Torth, this adventure is chiefly
concerned with three of them: the Sect of the Gilded Mask,
the Servants of Flame, and the Brotherhood of Shaitan. All
three have loft y goals and will do practically anything to
accomplish them.
Sect of the Gilded Mask
The Sect of the Gilded Mask are devout worshipers of T’vrahr,
a golden faced deity who hides his true nature from all, save
for the most dedicated. They believe Torth should be ruled by
a supreme religious and political leader known as a Caliph.
Such a zealous dictatorship would be called a Caliphate.
Beyond establishing a Caliphate, the Sect of the Gilded
Mask seeks to open the third eye. The third eye is said to
yield enlightenment called objective truth, a sacred gift from
T’vrahr, so that the world can be seen for what it truly is.
Th roughout Torth, there are several hundred Sect of the
Gilded Mask fanatics and nearly a thousand casual observers
and supporters who are in favor of a Caliphate if it were led by
a sect-approved prophet of T’vrahr.
Servants of Flame
The most dangerous cult is a relatively recent one known
as the Servants of Flame. These fanatics worship dragons,
believing them to be connected to the Dark Gods who ruled
Torth in the fi rst age, 4,000 years ago. Their favored method
of showing reverence is human sacrifice.
There aren’t more than a dozen leaders and about a hundred
followers, yet the Servants of Flame have supernatural power
given them by their draconic masters.
Brotherhood of Shaitan
The third secret society operating in and around Aryd’s End is
the Brotherhood of Shaitan. Th is group of Shaitan worshipers,
numbering over a thousand, is against the Caliphate and all
religious restrictions on personal liberty. Shaitan is the god
of freedom, ambition, and pleasure. Not content to serve
another’s will or bow down before a more powerful entity,
Shaitan decided to break off from the known pantheon to go
his own way. Th is self-exile led to his demonization.
Aside from opposing a Caliphate, the Brotherhood of Shaitan
extend their hand in fellowship to infernal beings from the
planes below. Many of the Brotherhood become sorcerers or
clerics but a few learn the art of assassination instead.
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Magic Use in Torth
Most wizards are shunned. Magic is a gift from somewhere
else, a forbidden place… it could be given by demons,
devils, dark gods, dragons, or worse! Those who use magic
owe those loathsome powers that exist outside. The simple
peasants and common folk of Torth want nothing to do with
supernatural evil. Sorcery is far too risky. After all, look at
what Torth has become due to wizards playing with forces
beyond their control.
On the other hand, a few recognize that sorcerers are a
necessary evil and that killing one (or attempting it) is
bad luck. Their infernal masters might come looking for
remuneration. Sorcerers who mind their business and aren’t
casting spells all the time are usually left alone – unless there’s
a peasant with something to prove to his tribal elders.
There are some areas of Torth where magic is strictly
forbidden. Aryd’s End is not one of them. Likewise, there
are certain pockets that dampen magic – magic dead zones.
Because of these unusual areas, dominated by artificially
intelligent sentinels, various drugs are created by alchemists
- drugs that enhance one’s magical performance.
An injection of creamy rose liquid can heighten a spell’s effect
just as a disgustingly greenish black shot allows a sorcerer to
cast spells when he’s exhausted. Furthermore, the deep blue
injections allow spells to mix and match to the point where
wizards are able to fold space and time at will.
Obviously, these magic enhancing drugs are not only
dangerous but difficult to acquire. To keep things simple,
each time a character is injected there’s a 1 in 6 chance that
he falls prone to one of the following side-effects…
Magic Enhancing Serum Side-Effects
1. Slips into a coma for 1d4 hours.
2. Starts hallucinating: seeing visions of dancing colors,
gruesome devil smiles, and black shapes coming out of
the walls. Lasts for 1d4 hours.
3. Physically weakened – takes 2d4 constitution damage
which is regained after a full night’s rest.
4. Believes he is impervious and cannot be harmed. Th is
state of mind lasts for 1d4 hours.
5. Turns irredeemably evil for 1d4 hours.
6. Dies – this physical state lasts forever… unless
resurrected.
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History of Aryd’s End
Hundreds of years ago, the city was founded by a pilgrim and
worshiper of Nyarlathotep named Aryd Alhazred. Alhazred
was in league with a depraved, king named Nephren’ka,
wandering the desert in search of a new beginning, a place to
exalt their terrifying god.
Aryd Alhazred chose the sand upon which Aryd’s End stands
to build a sett lement. Those who entered his territory had
to pay homage to the dark gods he served or else lose their
heads, and it was that way until Aryd’s death a decade after
founding the sett lement.
After being cut to ribbons by dark sorcery from a competing
tribe, Aryd’s End became more accepting of alternative faiths.
Yet, a current of fear and mistrust has always run through the
place. Instead of practicing the black arts, the denizens of
Aryd’s End eschew them and those who practice sorcery.
Today, the city stretches 20 miles in all directions. There
is a gate surrounding it. A superstitious few believe the
gatekeepers vigilantly watch for those with snake-like
features, protecting Aryd’s End from demonic and/or
draconic beings. In truth, most gatekeepers will do almost
anything for a bribe. Solicitation of bribes is as commonplace
as thirst in the desert.
One last thing… there is something virtually no one knows
about this city. Aryd’s End was erected upon the scorched
foundation of an ancient city of wonders and futurism,
protected from draconic incursion by a series of magical
wards. Wards which were obliterated in the sorcerous
holocaust centuries ago.
Custom of Spattered Blood
The fi rst rulers and citizens of Aryd’s End, including its
illustrious founder, reveled in violence. They lived and died
by the scimitar. Bloodshed was all they knew. So, proudly
wearing stains – the more erratic the spray pattern, the better
- of blood symbolized strength and power. When a man met
with another, the spattered blood upon his body, clothing,
and face was a sign of his virility and trustworthiness – to
refuse such a man might upset the gods.
These days, it is not as commonplace as it was decades ago.
Nevertheless, blood-spattered individuals still approach men
of power in hopes of gaining some kind of respect or edge
in negotiation. Those embracing the region’s customs will
garner an advantage in their interaction with local tribes.
Common Sayings in Torth
“Worship the one with horns.” This means that although demons
can rarely be trusted, they have always held power and will
continue to reign. Siding against them can ruin a man or his
entire family.
“As sure as the sun.” This means that something is not sure at all.
A thing that cannot be verified and is extremely suspect.
“Swallow that, will you?” This phrase asks if another will buy
into what he is saying, if the listener believes him.
“Verily.” The word translates as truly.
“When the stars return to the skies, so shall the dragons.” This
refers to both the current absence of stars and dragons, hinting at
some correlation between the two.
“By the seven moons of Torth.” A frequent part of prayer and
tribal oral tradition, symbolizing stability and loyalty. Those
aligned with the Brotherhood of Shaitan would say, “By the
seven children of Shaitan” or “The seven eyes of Shaitan” when
referring to Torth’s lunar bodies.
Nights are numbered in the moons. Since there are seven moons
in the sky each night, “seven moons” refers to a single evening. A
few divide this into moon-increments. For instance the very first
hour of nightfall would be one moon while all but the entire night
might be referred to as six moons.
“Devil’s dozen” means thirteen… for it is said that before
returning to the planes below, devils take thirteen souls back with
them.
Cuisine
What do the people of Aryd’s End eat? Sweet and succulent
dates accompany almost every meal but, aside from that,
Torthans make do with what they have.
Baby sand squid is a dietary staple. Tentacled gorilla brains
(chilled, of course) is a delicacy not to be missed. Spiced
kurresh is not easy to come by, yet street vendors and noble
banquet tables are sure to provide it. Kurresh is the dried
jerky-like flesh of a sand demon, said to increase virility.
Exotic spices such as mejool bring out the meat’s naturally
acidic qualities.
For drink, many Torthans imbibe naqir – a fermented sweet
liqueur made from dates, wheat, barley, and honey. Though
concluding in inebriation, naqir can heighten the senses
at the onset. Naqir is frequently used to celebrate, mourn,
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forget, relax, reflect, create, seduce, magnify pleasure, and
quench one’s thirst.
In the far west, there’s a mountainous region. Th is is where
Aryd’s End obtains its supply of honey which is occasionally
further refi ned into a thick golden-brown syrup called Izzou.
The honey comes from the abdomen of giant insects living in
the mountains of Torth.
PROMINENT BUILDINGS
The Bastille – where prisoners are kept. Some are tortured
for information before either being left to rot or executed. As
they say, once you’ve seen the inside of the Bastille, that’s all
you’ll ever know. However, the dark elf Ixaanis managed to
escape just over a year ago.
The Astrologer’s Tower – a place for watching the absent
stars; where they ought to be and where they might reappear
one night. Now, it’s used for observing the seven moons.
Their patterns (or random movements, according to some)
are said to predict future events. Originally, this structure
was named Tower of the Stargazer but that was back when
Torthans believed the stars would soon return – a prophecy
few still believe.
Until several months ago, the Astrologer’s Tower was
administrated by Trellyn Ikvaar. Trellyn was removed from
office after the sorcerer was caught performing a forbidden
ritual in the open-air observatory.
The Seven Temples – a variety of gods are worshiped at these
seven temples. Occasionally, worship changes from god to
god depending on the season. However, all contain demonic
iconography, dark ceremonies, and blood sacrifice, as well as,
bas-reliefs and frescoes of unspeakable sexual practices.
The Palace – towards the back of Aryd’s End majestically
stands the grand palace, built up along the wall that protects
the city from invaders. There are many rooms and chambers,
some empty, others not. Dran’s throne room is at the highest
section of the tower. While there are stairs for nearly miles (or
so it feels), the palace also contains two high-tech elevators
that were scavenged from the ruined city Aryd’s End was
built upon.
HIERARCHY OF ARYD’S END
Dran
Self-proclaimed king of Aryd’s End. He defeated D’jerrek,
the old king, in single combat a few years ago. Dran was born
tribe-less and lived his life an outsider until his adventuring
life brought him to a subterranean tomb that held terrible
secrets and immense power. After returning from the tomb,
Dran challenged the old king, defeated him, and began ruling
the city along with his two companions - Viraj and Yara.
Dran also makes use of his royal guards, known as the Gaaza
Rahteem (see below).
Dran
HD: 10 HP: 77 AC: 12 [7] Att ack Bonus: +9 #Att acks: 2
Damage: 1d10+4 (bastard sword)
Special: If Dran fells an opponent and another foe is nearby,
he may freely strike at him. Dran can also go into a berserker
rage, adding an additional 10 hit points and giving him
advantage (+4 bonus) on all att ack rolls for the rest of the
combat.
Treasure: Dran’s blade is named Fusahfel (see back of book
for details). Otherwise, he keeps 35 gold coins on his person.
Though, his throne room and adjoining royal chambers are
fi lled with fi ne silks, exotic spices, and gilded objets d’art.
Yara
The tall, lean, and beautiful Yara was a member of the Dezyra tribe
until exiled for “becoming subservient to an uncouth barbarian”.
However, she has never regretted her decision to leave her life of
privilege and leadership for one of pleasing her husband Dran.
After all, the citizens of Aryd’s End call her queen.
Yara is vain and a bit arrogant, but not cruel. Rather, she
is generally fair concerning her subjects and treats them
respectfully - unless she is disrespected. Though capable of
handling herself, Yara will try to seduce opposition rather
than fight in melee combat.
Yara
HD: 3 HP: 13 AC: 11 [8] Att ack Bonus: +1 Damage: 1d6
(short sword)
Special: Those Yara targets for seduction will have to make a
saving throw to refuse her advances.
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Treasure: Her tiara/headdress gives her protection from
mental att acks and mind-altering magic.
Viraj
An aspiring shadow priest, Viraj acts as the king’s sorcerer.
Viraj was apprenticed to the party wizard on that expedition
to the subterranean tomb. Only he and Dran survived the
confl ict. Viraj rarely leaves the king’s side, but when he does
Viraj loves to flex his majestic muscles, making decisions and
instructing subordinates as he sees fit.
Recently, Viraj became acquainted with the Servants of
Flame, a secret society seeking to bring dragons forth from
their infernal prison.
A thousand moons ago, Viraj gave Dran a shadow cat as
protector. The shadow cat will obey both Dran and Viraj.
The stats for this preternatural beast are below.
Viraj
HD: 8 HP: 42 AC: 16 [3] Att ack Bonus: +3 Damage: 1d4+1
(dagger)
Special: Most likely, Viraj will use magic to defeat his
enemies. He knows traditional 4th level magic-user spells, in
addition to, Creepy Crimson. As a shadow priest, Viraj can
use the special abilities of his class up to 8th level.
Treasure: Viraj wears shadow armor. He also carries 9 shadow
opals in a black leather pouch (worth about 120 gold pieces each).
Shadow Cat
HD: 6 HP: 30 AC: 15 [4] Att ack Bonus: +6 #Att acks: 3
Damage: 1d6 (two claws) and 3d4 (bite)
Neeva
Queen Yara’s handmaiden, Neeva is a young, att ractive
woman. She waits on Yara, brings the royal three food, drink,
and carnal entertainment. Not wanting to ruin her figure,
the queen has chosen Neeva to bear the king’s seed. Neeva is
seven months pregnant and showing.
What Yara and Dran do not know is that Viraj has also been
seeding Neeva’s fertile crescent when the opportunity presents
itself (which isn’t as often as he would like). There’s a 2 in 6
chance that Neeva is pregnant with the shadow priest’s baby.
Neeva
HD: 2 HP: 11 AC: 11 [8] Att ack Bonus: +1 Damage: 1d4
(dagger)
Aayan
Aayan is Viraj’s apprentice. Old and scabrous, he has served
the shadow priest for just over a year. In truth, Aayan is Viraj’s
father but no one knows this secret except for the two of them.
Aayan fetches his master’s scrolls, books, spell components,
and unsuspecting subjects for magical experiment (when the
need arises).
Even though Aayan is long in the tooth, the sorcerer’s
apprentice is quite healthy but he is fairly insane… offering
a human sacrifice to Great K’tulu long ago in exchange for
his son’s promising future. Morally, he is just as bankrupt
as Viraj. If the shadow priest ever gains control of the city,
Aayan will be his trusted advisor.
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Aayan
HD: 3 HP: 12 AC: 11 [8] Att ack Bonus: +2 Damage: 1d6
(scimitar)
Gaaza Rhateem
Roughly translated, “secret police”. Dran turned these thug
and cut-throat mercenaries into his own personal army of
spies, informants, and executioners. Unless on a discrete
mission, the Gaaza Rhateem travel in small groups.
Dran’s Thugs [2d4]
HD: 2 HP: 9 AC: 12 [7] Att ack Bonus: +1 Damage: 1d6
(scimitar)
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RUMOR TABLE
Each PC knows one rumor concerning the adventure. Th is
could be related to Torth, Aryd’s End, the Festival of Masks,
a secret society, magic item, etc. Have the player roll a d20 to
see what his character has heard whispered upon the sands.
Are these rumors true? Sure. There’s at least a grain of truth
somewhere in each. Or maybe not. It depends on the GM and
how he wants to run the adventure/campaign. Perhaps a few
of these are completely false… until the stars are aligned!
The Great Vault of Torth is a repository of
1 lost knowledge: scientific, technological, and
magical.
When the stars return to the sky, so shall the
2 gigantic purple monstrosity drift ing over-
dragons.
Sorcerers are bound by an unholy blood oath,
3 their immortal souls promised to the devils
with which they traffic.
The Festival of Masks is an old tradition dat-
ing back before the nuclear fi re. Originally
4 winding tunnels full of strange monsters and
called the Festival of Dragons, its purpose
was to ward off evil.
There’s an insidious link between infernal
5 beings: demons, devils, dragons, and the
snake-men of old.
A secret society lurks in Torth’s shadows,
6 gradually rising in power until it is capable of
conquering the land.
Thousands of years ago, the entire planet
7 was ruled by a three-headed dragon, just as
powerful as the Great Old Ones.
The super-science beneath Torth still lives
8 a +4 bonus to his attempt. If the result is a natural 1, the
and breathes.
The Brotherhood of Shaitan is responsible for
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several recent assassination attempts.
Dran, barbarian king of Aryd’s End, uses
10 enforcers to terrorize his people into submis-
sion.
They say roughly one in six citizens of Aryd’s
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End is a mutant.
The real power behind the throne is Dran’s
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sorcerer.
A scorpion squid won’t att ack if its prey is
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silent and still.
Millennia ago, there was an eighth moon
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symbolizing balance and harmony.
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The father of all Torth’s gods is Dread K’tulu
and more than one prophecy states His rising
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shall be soon and will bring endless suffering
to non-believers.
Drinking great quantities of naqir, a sweet li-
16 queur made from dates, can produce dream-
like hallucinations of another world.
The women of Aryd’s End are vile seductress-
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es as treacherous as a poisonous snake.
Somewhere out there in the night-waste is
18 a magical sword. Th is blade contains the
unbridled power of a trapped god.
A man who left Aryd’s End less than a
hundred moons ago claimed to have seen a
19 head as it dripped a foul, violet-hued ichor. It
snatched warriors and wizards in its tentacles
and devoured them before even a prayer to
Shaitan could be uttered.
The sewers beneath Aryd’s End contain
20 gold. Travel deep enough and you’ll fi nd a
well that descends all the way into the lower
planes.
O5R Advantage / Disadvantage
I like the concept of a straight modifier for good or ill, rather
than keeping track of +1 for this, +2 for that, -1 for the other
thing, oh and don’t forget about the +3 for hiding up in the
rafters.
When a character has a distinct edge or significant, favorable
circumstances, he has Advantage on an attack, skill, saving
throw, special maneuver, etc. Advantage yields that character
player can re-roll. Although, if another natural 1 occurs, it
stands. The gods have spoken.
When a character has significantly unfavorable circumstances
or acts at a handicap, he has Disadvantage. This yields a -4
penalty to almost every type of d20 roll. If the result is a
natural 20, the player must re-roll, accepting the subsequent
consequences. However, if a second natural 20 comes up, it
has been ordained by the gods!
Re-rolls also inherit the +/- 4 modifier. Keep in mind that, at
the end of the day, a natural 1 is always an automatic failure
while natural 20’s mean guaranteed success.
If the GM feels that equal amounts of Advantage and
Disadvantage exist simultaneously, they cancel each other
out. In such cases, roll normally. On the other hand, that
does not mean all things are neutral if one disadvantage with
multiple advantages comes into play or if slight disadvantage
exists side-by-side with great advantage. If one side
dominates, then it prevails.
Starting the Adventure Before the Gates
Unless the GM wishes it to be so, this adventure does not begin
in Torth. Rather, it takes place a night’s journey away. Give
players and their characters a taste of the night-waste, allow
them to see for themselves what the real Torth is like… before
allowing them to enter a comfortable and protected city.
Within this book are various encounters. Use them all, just
a few, or none. Below is a table for random encounters in the
night-waste. For every hour the adventurers trek in the deep
desert, roll a d6. On a 1, the following is encountered.
Random Encounters
Tentacle-Armed Gorilla [1d4] HD: 5 HP:
23 AC: 13 [6] Att ack Bonus: +5 Damage:
1 2d6 (tentacle) Special: If a natural 18 or 19
are rolled, the victim is constricted within its
tentacle, confi ned until the monster is killed.
Scorpion Squid (ancient) HD: 10 HP: 60 AC:
15 [4] Att ack Bonus: +7 #Att acks: 3 Damage:
2
2d6+2 (two tentacles) and poison stinger
(save vs. death)
Saber-Toothed Shadow Gator HD: 6 HP: 30
3
AC: 18 [1] Att ack Bonus: +4 Damage: 2d8
Giant Oozing Slug Brain with Spider Legs HD:
8 HP: 40 AC: 14 [5] Special: Th is creature
telepathically commands (save to resist)
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humanoids to crack open the skulls of their
fellow humanoids, eat their brains and then
vomit upon the creature, thus refreshing it.
Faceless Hell-Burrowers [2d6] HD: 3 HP: 14
AC: 11 [8] Att ack Bonus: +2 Damage: 1d4
5
Special: On a natural 20, a hell-burrower will
also try to possess its target (save to resist).
Sand Squid HD: 13 HP: 80 AC: 14 [5]
6 Att ack Bonus: +8 #Att acks: 6 Damage: 2d6
(six tentacles)
7 Humans (possibly mutants, 1 in 6 chance)
Kurresh (Th ree-Headed Sand Demon) HD: 6
8 HP: 27 AC: 16 [3] Att ack Bonus: +4 #Att acks:
3 Damage: 1d6 (three bites)
Snake-Men (adapted to desert living via
evolution) [1d6] HD: 4 HP: 13 Att ack Bonus:
9 +2 Damage: 1d4 (bone dagger) Special:
Snake-Men cast spells up to and including
2nd level.
Roll twice, combining results into an
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unspeakable hybrid of flesh and horror!
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A FELLOW TRAVELER
A man in cream-colored robes is set upon the same course as
the adventurers. He’s of no threat but is quite talkative…
Th rough the darkness of night, always night, endless
night… my footsteps over sand lit by seven moons, I came
to this city, Aryd’s End. Th is oasis of intrigue with sinister
cultists, vicious assassins, and unsavory goat-herders at
the watering hole, dirtying it with every drink.
The vast temples crashed down upon the desert; columns,
archways, statues, tombs. The sand is littered with cyclo-
pean ruins. Once, I knew a scholar, an occultist, really
– he explained to me the reason for all this destruction. It
had to be done. To rid the world of the automatons our
sorcerers had fashioned. A slave revolt poised to end hu-
manity. They were bloodthirsty machines, he said. Kill-
ers by nature. Like demons but even more unstoppable.
A terrible fi re was called up from the planes below. Seven
sorcerers representing the seven pale moons of pleasure
and misery above that would bathe Torth in fi re for seven
days… until, at the end, there were none. No more days.
Only darkness. Th at self-immolation vanquished the au-
tomatons, nearly wiping out the humanity it was created
to save.
Now, what is left to us but centuries of reconstruction? As
the great sky serpents coil up and over and through the
very soul of Torth, we struggle to reclaim our forgotten
glory. Some say it remains, untouched, below the sands.
I’ve traveled all over this god forsaken night-waste, and
I’ve never found a way in. Of course, I don’t travel with
sorcerers… just as I never traffic with demons. There are
some secrets I don’t want to know.
Th is could be an NPC, agreeing to travel with the party.
Safety in numbers and all that. Or perhaps he becomes
distracted and goes in another direction after chatt ing with
the PCs, possibly spooked by a subconscious red fl ag or bit of
grim prophecy.
THE INDIGO-TAILED SALAMANDER
In an hour, the seven moons will set, ushering an inky
blackness that will soon obscure all things from vision.
Creeping in the dim moons-light about 20’ away, one of
the PCs notices some kind of small creature. Its furtive
movement draws the eye but then quickly disappears in sand
dune shadows.
Those going after it can track it easily. It’s an indigo-tailed
salamander, a mere 19” long from tongue to tail. However,
anyone who’s spent more than a year in Torth knows that
capturing the indigo tail is good luck.
Whoever successfully grabs the salamander by its tail
realizes that it’s detachable. The tail comes off in his hand.
The possessor of it gets a d20 re-roll at some point during the
adventure.
Now that the adventurers are up and around in this area,
one or more notices a metallic, circular door or hatch half-
covered in sand.
Opening it is easy enough. Inside is lightless and smells of
incredible age. Illuminating the interior reveals a chamber
covered in a metallic green from floor to ceiling. Th ree
humanoids in silver clothing lie on the floor, they appear
to be skeletal. A large metal desk or table covered in half-
spheres dominates the 15’ x 25’ area.
Playing with the half-spheres on the metal desk or table will
do one of the following…
1. Bright, artificial (fluorescent) light shines from above.
2. A fl at, rectangular screen rises from behind the desk,
it shows the surrounding area within a mile radius,
including any life forms.
3. A compartment opens from the far wall. It contains a
silver rod [see Pain Amplifier in the back of book].
4. All the half-spheres light up with glowing and vivid
colors (roll again).
5. A disembodied voice says, “An error in system delta
alpha theta 23 has been reported. Help is on its way.”
6. The half-spheres turn bright red while a klaxon alarm
sounds. Self-destruction has been initiated. Anyone
remaining within the chamber after 10 rounds will
take 6d6 explosive damage (save for half).
The skeletal humanoids wearing silver space suits come
to life due to centuries of strange radiation. Their hollow
eye sockets glow faintly green. One or more of them may
whisper, “Join us.” As they rise to their feet, lurching towards
the adventurers.
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Irradiated Skeletons from Space [3]
HD: 2 HP: 9 AC: 10 [9] Att ack Bonus: +2 Damage: 1d4
Special: A natural 20 does an additional 1d6 constitution
drain after jets of chartreuse ectoplasmic slime spew from
their mouths.
RUINED TEMPLE
The fallen pillars and crumbling masonry of this ruined
temple are half-buried in sand. From the iconography, one
can see that this was a temple devoted to the dark ones -
restless, chaotic forces ceaselessly clamoring for more and
more power. A series of cracked and faded frescos tells of
those who came here to worship: demons or snake-men
somehow warped by the corrupting influence of dragons.
Their way of celebrating god was to bludgeon their enemies
with stones until the blood rushed out… blood used for
bathing themselves, and then carnal knowledge was sought
before metaphysical.
It’s clear that human sacrifices were made upon a fractured
altar slab of polished pink granite with brown and gold veins.
Additionally, bas-reliefs show the fl ight of dragons, the
surface of Torth consumed in fi re, and sorcerers summoning
a tentacled, many-eyed abomination from another world.
Taking several additional minutes to search for anything of
value turns up a loose stone in the floor. Removing it reveals
a hollow spot underneath, at the stone’s center. The stone
was hiding and protecting a ring.
Th is ring has a silver band and large orange jewel that faintly
glows in the moons-light. Magical properties: the ring allows
the wearer to assume the subtle yet tell-tale signs of a disguised
or partial demon so that other demons, devils, sorcerers,
demonologists, occultists, etc. believe that the ring’s wearer
has some kind of demonic lineage. Th is power can either be
activated or deactivated as the wearer commands.
HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES
Within the Gates
The inhabitants of Torth expect to see an absence of stars in
the sky. In fact, most welcome the sight... for it is said that
when the stars return, so will the dragons. However, there THE GATEKEEPER
is an unmistakable twinkle in the deep violet-gold sky this
night. “Who goes there?”

Torth natives traveling with the player characters (or passing
them by) are unnerved by this sight. Those of a magic-using
or scientific persuasion are most likely intrigued.
If the party investigates, they must journey a couple hours
out of their way. It is defi nitely a detour from Aryd’s End.
There’s a 5 in 6 chance of encountering a small (only as big as
an elephant) scorpion squid along the way.
Scorpion Squid (young adult)
HD: 6 HP: 27 AC: 18 Att ack Bonus: +2 #Att acks: 5 (or 6)
Damage: 1d6+1 ( 4 razor tentacles) and either 2d8 + poison
(tail stinger) or 2d6 (2 pincer claws)
Special: Scorpion stinger tail poison causes hot flashes and
cold chills, as well as, regular bouts of vomiting and diarrhea
for 1d4 hours. In this weakened state, a character’s capabilities
are effectively halved.
At any one time, there’s 1d4 city guards standing at the gates
of Aryd’s End. Strangers must go through the motions of
convincing the guards to let them in. Really, the guards just
want a bribe. 7 gold pieces per person is the going rate, but
perhaps a group rate could be negotiated. Or some form of
intimidation might work, depending on the tactics used and
willpower of the speaker.
Obvious sorcerers or those with demonic features will be
charged triple the normal rate.
Killing the guards is usually a bad idea. Assuming the guards
don’t alert others, let alone the entire city, with a yak horn,
the entire city will be on edge after hearing of the dead
gatekeepers. For the next hundred moons, strangers will be
stabbed in the darkness fi rst and given a suspicious evil-eye
second.
OBNOXIOUS REVELERS

“Swear your undying fealty to the three-headed dragon of

Torth!” Demands a masked festival-goer, his orange and
After trudging through miles of sand, the characters
purple mask grinning ear to ear. Before the adventurers
eventually reach a tiny sett lement consisting of farmers. On
can answer, several half-naked women (also wearing masks)
one of the farms stands a barn containing a stable full of
catch his eye and he moves on to harass them.
hay, sand, and animals. A young woman just gave birth to
a baby. Moments later, a wheezing, stumbling heavy-set man in a
mask resembling a screeching basilisk sways past a tall thin
When not being held by his parents (belonging to the Inarritu
man wearing a golden-colored mask. The large man crashes
tribe), the baby rests in a trough or manger, swaddled in black
into the party of adventurers. “Excuse me, good sirs and
and crimson silk. Curiosity seekers recoil when they see the
ladies. It appears as though I’ve been enjoying the revelry a
baby’s eyes: yellow-green and serpentine… some might even
litt le too much.” At which point, he promptly collapses.
call them “satanic”.
Not too far away, a dozen men (their feet, at least) can be seen
Th ree travelers who saw the star directly over the sett lement
carrying a gigantic papier-mâché dragon. Its crimson, violet,
came to investigate the strange phenomena and are now
and magenta scales shimmer in the light of the seven moons
paying their respects with small gift s.
as gold, orange, and purple paper lanterns cast a lurid glow
Th is child is connected to the dragon which Trellyn Ikvaar will about the city.
attempt to bring through the portal. The baby’s mother was
seduced by a demon nine months ago. There’s a 2 in 6 chance
that either the wise men or someone in the adventuring party
(familiar with Torth) knows of a prophecy concerning this
birth. In any case, the child will eventually grow up to be a
powerful force for evil and chaos in Torth.
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THE ASSASSINATION OF LORD
SKITTERY
“Pssst… over here. Yeah, you. I knows a cut-purse when I
sees one. We’ve a job for you, cut-purse. A secret mission,
as it were.” A scruff y, scarred, and one-eyed rogue beckons
one of the PCs closer with a toothy grin. He stands in the
shadows along with an equally disheveled partner. “There’s
a noble coming through here in just a few moments. You
distract him and we’ll do the robbing. Do your part adequate
unto our need and a third of the wealth will be yours. Swallow
that, will you?”
As the adventurer decides, both men pull dark, non-descript
masks over their unshaven faces.
A minute later, an obviously well-to-do gentleman in a pallid
blue mask with joyous expression passes through a stone
archway nearby. He continues, walking precariously close to
the thick, black shadows that thieves adore.
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Th is is the PC’s cue to distract him. If he does, both rogues
slip next to the rich man. The pale blue masked gentleman
attempts to break away into the crowd as the one-eyed ruffi an
stabs him with a dagger. The poor rich bastard slumps to the
ground.
Realizing the foul-up, the rogues escape into the night with
nothing but a brown leather pouch of gold coins. In their
haste, they neglect to cut the PC in for a third.
Of course, one or more PCs could just as easily refuse the
scruff y ruffi ans. In which case, the PCs should be present
during the crime. If they actively try to prevent it, the
blue masked man is unharmed and shares his information
willingly over a carafe of naqir.
As the blue masked man lay dying, he says “I suppose this
is my punishment for allowing a fiend like Trellyn Ikvaar
possession of the idol. Do not let him summon it.”
The rich gentleman is Lord Skittery, a gentleman from an
entirely different world but who decided to sett le down in
Torth a decade ago. He has grown accustomed to Aryd’s End
and has a position of some authority because of his foreign
knowledge. Lord Skittery occasionally advises the barbaric
king on delicate matters of policy and diplomacy. For that
reason alone, the king will want his att ackers (or murderers)
brought to justice.
After speaking those words, he 1) dies, 2) falls unconscious,
or 3) decides he requires female company along with naqir at
The House of Rising Moons, 4) wants to report the matter to
the authorities.
The GM might decide to get the local authorities involved
or the PCs overhear an eyewitness saying something about
a sorcerer in the company of Lord Skittery three nights ago,
coming out of a curio shop named Carcosa.
In truth, these two scoundrels were hired by Trellyn Ikvaar
himself to assassinate Lord Skittery. Lord Skittery owns the
idol and is only lett ing Trellyn borrow it. In a hasty attempt
to cover his tracks and keep the idol all to himself, Trellyn
arranged for Lord Skittery to have an accident during the
Festival of Masks.
WHO WANTS TO BUY SOME DRUGS?
A street merchant in a periwinkle insect mask ask the party’s
magic-user if he wants to buy an elixir guaranteed to boost
his sorcery.
Those interested are invited into a litt le tent. Inside are
pillows of an exotic pattern and color. A small man plays a
strange instrument – some sort of bagpipe / sitar hybrid.
Lying on a large ceramic plate are three syringes. One
contains a creamy rose liquid (doubles the effect), the second
contains greenish black (extra spells per day), and the third a
deep blue (synergy spell melding).
“Only ten gold pieces per shot, my friend. Th at is an excellent
bargain in Aryd’s End. These spell-enhancing drugs are only
found in the best opium dens and black markets.”
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LET TAVIS BE YOUR GUIDE
A dirty peasant with a long, thick beard containing a few
insects runs up to the party. His eyes seem to be popping out
of his head, yet this man doesn’t look as crazy or dangerous
as some.
“Greetings, newcomers. My name is Tavis. With your kind
permission, I shall be your guide within the city, please and
thank you. I will not steer you wrong. Tavis is an adventurer’s
guide, you know. Yes, I can smell treasure and hear the cry
of magic items, it is true! My price is merely one gold coin
per day… plus expenses. Do we have a deal? Are we in
agreement? Is Tavis your guide within the walls of Aryd’s
End?”
Tavis means well and would be an adequate guide for the
party, if they allow him to stay. The GM can use Tavis as
comic relief, a life saver, or way to get the PCs into deeper
trouble.
A MAN HAUNTED BY STRANGE
DREAMS
An older man furiously works a mound of clay into a large,
winged, and possibly octopus or dragon-like creature. “Th is
is the beast that shall rise up and destroy us all. Its form and
purpose came to me in a series of vivid and disturbing dreams.
I would call them nightmares, except for the moments of
ecstasy I felt plunging my dagger into the brains of non-
believers… and mashing them into useless jelly. It was like
nothing I’ve ever experienced. Whispers of ‘Tulu’ followed
as did the flow of dark red blood. I shall be fi nished with it
soon... perhaps another hour of sculpting.”
If the old man, Zoggie, fi nishes his sculpture of Great K’tulu,
then the Great Old One will arise from the desert, laying
waste to all He sees.
If the adventurers pay him and his artwork no mind, they will
hear a blood-curdling scream minutes after leaving his tent.
One of Viraj’s spies has just been killed by some unseen force.
His body lies partially eaten and bloody just before Zoggie
and his nearly complete statue… almost as if it were some
kind of dread offering!
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CARCOSA
One of the more interesting retailers in Aryd’s End, Carcosa
is home to all manner of strange things – from ancient tomes
full of whispering pages to the grotesque bronze sculptures
of Blacksaw Jibbmonger.
Carcosa’s proprietor is named Eesil, a middle-aged gentleman
of fair complexion and dark, haunted eyes. Eesil has precious
litt le conscience. He’d sell his brother’s soul for a rare bauble
or magical trinket.
Eesil can name the sorcerer who was with Lord Skittery
the other night – Trellyn Ikvaar. The two of them came
to his shop in hoping of having a few questions answered
pertaining to a small, hideous idol. Eesil won’t say any more
than that unless tortured; at which point, he’ll say anything
he thinks the PCs want to hear in order to be released. Eesil
doesn’t know where Trellyn Ikvaar is or that Lord Skittery
was wounded (or killed).
No matter if the PCs pry into his aff airs (but especially if they
do), Eesil will eagerly show them his latest fi nd: a shining
trapezohedron. He tells them that he acquired it from a
Venusian trader about a month ago.
The shining trapezohedron sits on a pedestal underneath a
glass box. Upon that box is a black velvet cloth with weird red
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symbols embroidered into it. Eesil removes the cloth and lift s
the protective glass so that the adventurers might get a better
view. The thing is as big as a roasted chicken, pure black but
glints of light sparkle and reflect a radiant sheen.
“Look. Look deep into the crystal, its facets, its cleavage, it
shines so bright, so dark… my nigrescent beauty.”
After gazing at the large, black crystalline structure, each
character must make a saving throw. Those who fail feel their
soul being sucked out of their body into the trapezohedron,
which only shines that much brighter. Although, those
unaffected only feel a longing for something unatt ainable –
in the dark about their companions’ predicament.
The only way to release trapped souls is to destroy the crystal,
thus rendering it useless.
The proprietor of Carcosa has a special tattoo inked onto his
skin (a large sigil on his back) granting him 5 points of damage
reduction, meaning that every individual hit does 5 points
of damage less than it otherwise would have. Adventurers
who discover this secret and want to replicate it may fi nd
the symbol, ritual, and ink with needle after several hours
of searching Eesil’s shop. However, a Demon Lord may visit
that marked individual in the dead of night, crimson claw
outstretched with the expectation of payment.
If a PC happens to ask about the shop’s name, Eesil admits
that he’s never actually been to Carcosa. However, he’s read
about it in one of his many worm-eaten tomes. He named it
Carcosa because the fi rst piece he sold, an ornate and pallid
mask, originated from the Court of the Yellow King.
HERALD OF THE OLD GODS
The party is approached by a humanoid stranger in black
robes, bald with scaly or burned skin. In his hand, a large
white pearl or circular stone - possibly magical.
“I am Kelk, a wandering mystic and dark pilgrim towards
the other side of Torth. Yet, my passing through Aryd’s End
is no accident. I bring a message from beneath the sands:
Snake-Men are coming and their Ancient Ones shall break
through in 49 moons (7 days). Th is reality is not safe from
their corrupting influence.”
Kelk has been to many fantastic realms. His iridescent white
sphere allows him to travel astrally. If any adventurers get
in his face, that litt le sphere of his will produce several astral
snakes. GMs should feel free to treat him as a high-level
monk if the PCs’ actions warrant it.
HD: 5 HP: 30 AC: 11 [8] Att ack Bonus: +3 #Att acks: 6
Damage: 1d4 (5 snake bites) and 1d6 (fi st of fury)
Special: If att acked, Kelk’s magic pearl produces five astral
serpents immediately. Kelk prefers dipping into a particular
dimension where snakes are plentiful. However, another
owner could just as easily fi nd and produce tentacles or
something appropriately alien and malevolent.
Treasure: The sphere is his only possession.
RAIDERS OF THE LOST TOMB
A woman wearing a beautiful ebony mask with feline
features asks if the adventurers are willing to investigate the
Tomb of Dragons a day’s travel north of Aryd’s End. Her
master discovered the top of a mausoleum barely visible in
the drift ing sands. He and his team of excavators are busy
clearing away the desert so the tomb can be accessed. She
was told by her master to fi nd explorers or treasure-hunters
in the city and bring them back to the Tomb of Dragons. In
exchange for their services, they shall be rewarded a 50%
share of whatever is found within. At the end, she thinks to
introduce herself. Her name is Alkaana.
If PCs inquire how she survived in the night-waste, she
confesses that a bodyguard was with her but that he was
swift ly eaten by some creature that appeared to be a giant
three-headed crocodile with tentacles. As it fed upon him,
she escaped and ran and ran until reaching the city gates.
In truth, Alkaana is a member of the Servants of Flame. An
hour after beginning their journey back to Aryd’s End, she
ritually sacrificed her bodyguard in order to receive infernal
protection from Demon Lord who is her patron. Alkaana is
not only a practiced deceiver but a cold-blooded sociopath.
Anyone trying to judge her honesty, character, or the truth of
her story are at a disadvantage (-4 penalty).
Alkaana’s master is indeed an archaeologist named Kazmael.
He has reason to believe that a powerful sorcerer was buried
within the ancient mausoleum and that magic-user knew
powerful draconic secrets that would be invaluable to the
Servants of Flame.
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WISDOM OF TENYEN THULE
A fellow sorcerer,Tenyen Thule, knows the whereabouts of
Trellyn Ikvaar.
“Trellyn Ikvaar and I were both apprenticed to the same
sorcerer over a thousand moons ago. Upon completion of
our training, he went one way and I another. Yet, a demon
bound to me swears that he saw Trellyn Ikvaar in the night-
waste about 35 moons ago (5 days). He was at a ruined temple
three hours journey to the west of Aryd’s End.”
Tenyen Thule traffics with demons, but he is not a blackhearted
villain like the majority of Torthan magic-users. Rather,
his interest is in knowledge for its own sake, respecting the
sanctity of life and limits of nature.
THE HOUSE OF RISING MOONS
Just outside The House of Rising Moons, a popular bordello
in Aryd’s End, the party can hear the back and forth of tense
negotiations. A half-elf man is looking for a girl from a certain
tribe, but not just any girl… one with green eyes like creamy
jade. For such a girl he’s willing to pay triple the going rate.
The bordello’s proprietor doesn’t know any such girl, yet the
half-elf seems positive that he knows exactly where to fi nd a
green-eyed girl.
If the adventurers pursue this matter, the half-elf will talk
with them in private. “I’m Vandt, not from around here; I
came through a portal. Not important. I’m looking for a
particular girl who was kidnapped by the Servants of Flame
three nights ago. Her name is Shahade. Very soon, she will be
sacrificed. I was given 1,000 gold pieces to recover Shahade.
If you help me locate her, I’ll cut you in for half.”
If pressed for more background information, Vandt will say
that there’s no time for a full explanation but he was assigned
this mission in another realm and has journeyed a long way
to fi nd the girl.
The GM could place Shahade at Trellyn Ikvaar’s temple in
the night-waste or perhaps a couple of dragon cultists are
assisting the drugged girl out of the city even now…?
THE KING REQUESTS AN AUDIENCE
A thin man of average size and build approaches. He wears
an array of multi-colored silk garments, almost like a jester
but his dark features show that he’s no fool. The man’s beard
is black and well-maintained.
“Greetings, I am Jafrazaadi, the King’s envoy. He requests
an audience with your entire party. Immediately. Please
follow.” Jafrazaadi turns and smoothly walks towards the
King’s chamber, not looking back to see if the adventurers
are following him. He simply assumes that they are.
By now, the adventurers may have themselves a reputation.
Certainly, they’ve been noticed by the royal spies and
thuggish informants who routinely patrol the streets of
Aryd’s End. PCs, even if they’re Torth natives, stick out as
dangerous strangers. Dran requests an audience with them
before anything else happens. Those who refuse will be
doggedly hunted until captured, at which point they’ll be
decapitated.
While Jafrazaadi does carry a ceremonial dagger, he has no
training as a warrior and will be easily dispatched. However,
anyone who kills him will be killed just as surely as if they’d
refused a royal command.
The GM is welcome to give this envoy more to do… perhaps
he’s a Servant of Flame working with Viraj? Or maybe he’s
secretly working against the royal trinity as a worshiper of
Shaitan, trying to destabilize the kingdom? If that is the
case, proof of his treachery would surely lessen the sentence
for his murderers.
THE THRONE ROOM
Dran sits upon his throne. Observers notice it’s a piece of
column, broken off . The throne is adorned with symbols and
pictograms of early days in Torth. The rest of this chamber is
well-appointed in gold and purple, orange, yellow, and gold-
colored silks, pillows, and paintings.
with a reserved air, not openly hostile but prepared to be
displeased by those who enter the throne room and petition
her husband. If Yara needs anything (such as refreshments or
a garment made from exotic silk), Neeva is not far away.
Several steps behind the throne creeps Viraj the shadow
priest, waiting and watching.
At Dran’s immediate left sits a shadow cat – a panther or tiger
crossbred with some shadow creature… sorcery at its best (or
worst).
“Why have you come to Aryd’s End? I doubt it’s because of the
revelry. No, there must be another reason. Have you come to
kill a man? To fi nd treasure? Does your master, whomever
he may be, mean to harm the king of Aryd’s End?”
Obviously, Dran is casting a wide net. He doesn’t have a
clue as to what brought the party to Aryd’s End. Though,
he might know they’re connected to the robbery/murder of
Lord Skittery and any other trouble they’ve gotten into since
arriving.
If the PCs talk of vast wealth, powerful magic items, or
forbidden secrets, Dran will want in on that action. In any
case, the King requests that they report to him every 21
moons (three days)… so that he may judge their progress and
intentions for himself.
LEAVING THE THRONE ROOM
The adventurers can’t help but notice some kind of royal
celebration within the palace. Everyone is wearing masks
but observant adventurers can tell these are nobles, wealthy
merchants, and city officials… along with sultry dancing girls
in semi-transparent silk veils and litt le else.
Th ieves might be able to steal something valuable; others
could mingle, possibly fi nding out information on the city,
tribal feuding, notable individuals, etc.

Hanging upon the wall facing Dran is a large, trapezoidal slab

of polished yellow and violet granite. Occasionally, strange
images fl icker upon the stone’s surface before disappearing.
Th is is one of Viraj’s scrying devices. When commanded by
anyone other than the shadow priest, there’s only a 2 in 6
chance the stone reveals what was asked of it (such as palace
intruders or what’s going on south of the city). Otherwise, it
fl ashes random scenes from other worlds.

To the right stands Dran’s wife, Yara. She is beautiful but

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POST-ROYAL MASSACRE
A dark elf by the name of Ixaanis. Ixaanis is one of a few
extremely vicious anti-royalists within Aryd’s End. Believing
the adventures either in league with the king or part of the
king’s plan to remain in power, Ixaanis has decided to cut off
that resource personally.
The dark elf ’s strategy is to come up behind the party’s
straggler, maybe a magic-user or priest off to the side,
possibly distracted by the revelry. Ixaanis is sneaky and
organized enough to engineer a bit of street theatre if need be
(such as a voluptuous maiden offering shots of naqir from her
ample breasts). After the fi rst falls, he’ll try to surprise and
assassinate another – this time, he’ll go for either the most
powerful looking character or the leader. After that, regular
melee will begin with both sides being aware of the other.
If Ixaanis seems hopelessly out-gunned a few rounds into
the batt le, he’ll retreat through the crowd, using his magic
blade to help him hide in the throng of revelers. However, if
he’s prevented from escaping, the dark elf can be questioned.
Adventurers who can convince Ixaanis that they aren’t on the
king’s side might fi nd an ally.
The dark elf also has a brother and a sister who could be (if
the GM decides to take things farther) more than willing to
avenge Ixaanis’ death.
Ixaanis
HD: 7 HP: 35 AC: 16 [3] Att ack Bonus: +7 #Att acks: 2
Damage: 1d6+4 (short sword).
Special: He wields the Short Sword of Assassination (see
back of book for details). Ixaanis also gets an extra 4d6 on
surprise att acks due to his roguish skills. Generous GMs will
allow a PC who rolls a natural 20 to disarm the dark elf, at
which point, Ixaanis will either flee (if able) or surrender (if
not).
Treasure: Aside from his enchanted steel, Ixaanis carries
a black leather pouch containing 3 emeralds worth
approximately 250 gold pieces each. He also wears black
leather armor.
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STRUNG-OUT SORCERER
On their way out of the city, the PCs encounter a derelict
trying to crawl out of the gutter. He wears ragged black robes
embroidered with blue and orange mathematical or geometric
sigils. Th is is a magic-using junkie fallen on hard times.
“Just one more hit. I can perform wonders for you, my lords
and ladies.” He says while gesturing with cracked, weathered
hands, fi ngernails long and dirty. “I only need another shot
of the good stuff, then I’ll be back on top… a true sorcerer
like I once was.”
Those who take pity on him and help him out have a 2 in 6 chance
of actually making a difference in his life. Otherwise, he’ll just
keep eking out his life as a junky until death claims him.
THE GOLDEN WARNING
A woman walks towards the adventurers wearing a feminine
gold-colored mask along with pink and orange silk robes.
She delicately gestures while soft ly speaking her mind.
“I can tell that you are strangers here. Allow me to welcome
you to our city... if only your stay could be a pleasant and
uneventful one. Beware the Servants of Flame, perhaps
you’ve already been approached by one of their sinister
agents? They are like venomous serpents and all too
numerous in this city. They were nothing more than a dragon
worshiping cult... at fi rst. However, over the last 10,000
moons, the Servants of Flame have infi ltrated the hierarchy
and acquired a powerful artifact known as the Golm Jaahar.
Trust no one in Aryd’s End.”
A moment later, she turns and leaves, walking into the throng
of masked revelers.
Her name is Yssa. She belongs to the Khortha tribe and is
a member of the Sect of the Gilded Mask. She was ordered
to communicate with the strangers, warning them of the
Servants of Flame.
THE WATCHER
The adventurers are minding their own business (or maybe
they’re busting up the place) when a horrid-looking floating
head with three eyes and writhing tentacles hovers just into
view. As large as a gorilla, the head notices its prey - a humble
silk merchant - grabs the man with one of its mighty grey-
green tentacles and eats him whole.
A bald sorcerer, Naved, performed a ritual in the night-waste,
not an hour ago and near the city gates. Unfortunately for
his enemies, Naved was successful. An aberration of nature
appeared in the form of a gigantic, three-eyed head, hideous
to behold and diabolic in purpose. It is known as the Watcher
Beyond the Th reshold.
The ritual to summon it was taxing. Naved is resting just
outside the city while the Watcher Beyond the Th reshold
exacts his master’s revenge. However, Naved only has seven
hours before the god must be banished. If it remains in this
world, no one controls the Watcher Beyond the Th reshold,
save itself.
The Watcher Beyond the Th reshold
HD: 13 HP: 85 AC: 20 [-1] Att ack Bonus: +10 #Att acks: 4
or 1 Damage: 2d6 (4 tentacles) or 7d6 (three-eyed blast)
Special: If the creature rolls a natural 20 with a tentacle att ack,
the humanoid is immediately raised up to the creature’s
mouth and bitten. Roll 6d6 for triple damage. Those blasted
by a red surge of energy save for half damage. If the saving
throw is a natural 1, double the damage. If the saving throw
is a natural 20, the target takes no damage.
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Outside the Gates
Leaving Aryd’s End is much easier than entering. One of
the gatekeepers might wish the adventurers luck out there in
the night-waste. Within an hour, they could stumble onto
Naved. He’s lounging on the sand, clutching a papier-mâché
head resembling The Watcher Beyond the Th reshold.
Naved
HD: 7 HP: 23 AC: 14 [5] Att ack Bonus: +2 Damage: 1d6
(scimitar)
Special: All his sorcery was spent on summoning the head
of a god.
Treasure: 64 gold pieces.
SHE RIDES THE NIGHT
Adventurers traversing the desert will probably encounter
Idryssa the Worm Sorceress. She either walks beside or rides
upon the back of her Ixarquath – an insect worm hybrid that
lives in the night-waste.
Idryssa is pale, beautiful, and ambitious; she does not suffer
fools gladly. If she can break a man by way of her overbearing
personality, she will.
Idryssa’s intentions are to protect herself from all the various
tribes, cults, and restrictions of civilization. Though she is evil
and callous, Idryssa won’t be overtly hostile to adventurers
she meets. Although, if the party seems especially small,
fragile, or under-powered, she might take their most prized
possession as a tribute. After all, her exceptional beauty
practically demands an offering of some kind.
Those attempting to seduce her have a chance if they are
charismatic, powerful, and closer to neutral evil in alignment
(or pretending to be).
Idryssa
HD: 6 HP: 36 AC: 12 [7] Att ack Bonus: +4 Damage:
1d10+3 (two-handed sword) or magic
Special: Not only does she wear the Headdress of Saheesha
(see back of book), the Worm Sorceress also wields an enchanted
blade known as the Devil’s Tooth (see back of the book for both
magic items). Idryssa casts spells as a 6th level magic-user.
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If in real trouble, Idryssa will transform herself into a giant
sand worm in order to escape into the desert – leaving behind
all her items and treasure.
Treasure: Aside from the magic items, she has 244 gold
pieces.
Ixarquath
HD: 8 HP: 47 AC: 14 [5] Att ack Bonus: +6 Damage: 3d6
(bite)
Special: If the Ixarquath is damaged with cold, frost, ice, or
something similar, it will immediately recoil and flee into the
desert.
TOMB OF DRAGONS
Akzath Ithraed was one of the original seven sorcerers who
bathed Torth in nuclear fi re. He sleeps the fitful slumber that
is a sorcerer’s death, entombed but not forgotten.
aeons even death may die.” Akzath quotes from the
Necronomicon. “My favorite couplet from the forbidden
book. In the afterlife, you may take some small pleasure in
knowing that was the last thing you heard before the sound
of all your bones snapping at once! Or… agree to serve me
loyally, feverishly… knowing you’re subordinate to a living
god. For I am the great Akzath Ithraed. Kneel before me,
servants. Kneel or die!”
Akzath Ithraed is more dream than flesh. In this plane, he
is only semi-corporeal. Though extremely powerful, he’s
no god. Akzath manipulates reality with magic but cannot
touch or be touched normally.
Only ethereal weapons or those consecrated by a true god can
hurt him. Of course, his condition means that he requires
servants to do his bidding. The sorcerer can also make good on
his threat and will annihilate those who refuse to serve him.
Akzath Ithraed’s chief goal is to become a dragon. After all,
why become flesh if it’s going to be the weak flesh of a man?

Th is mausoleum was given the name “Tomb of Dragons”

because its occupant was devoted to the scourge of the
skies. In fact, Akzath Ithraed believed he would eventually
transform himself into a dragon one.

Numerous enchantments protected the sorcerer from aging.

Akzath Ithraed is not a lich; he’s not even undead. Rather, he
willed himself back to life – that’s how strong his magic is.
Akzath Ithraed would be an invaluable asset to the Servants
of Flame. For that reason alone, the PCs should probably keep
him entombed or ingratiate themselves into his service.

For fear of looters, his sarcophagus is plain and unadorned

(alternatively, it could be gold and encrusted with rare and
precious stones, but magically trapped). Within, the sorcerer
stirs… recharging his energy. There is also a ward upon the
outside of his sarcophagus, preventing him from leaving.
Once it is opened, Akzath Ithraed will be freed.

Assuming Alkaana and Kazmael are still alive, they wait

for the adventurers to enter fi rst. Once inside, they will be
preoccupied by any writing, pictograms, or arcane symbols
carved upon the walls. Kazmael, in particular, wants to be sure
there aren’t any surprises before opening the sarcophagus.

Those investigating the humble sarcophagus of Akzath

Ithraed will fi nd the sorcerer less than sleepy.

“Th at is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange

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RUINED TEMPLE OF FLAME
The temple itself was magnificent at one time but is now a
fallen monument to Torth’s once great civilization. Though
litt le more than a ruin, bizarre symmetry, unorthodox angles,
and cyclopean stonework suggest strange aeons.
Trellyn Ikvaar and 2d4 members of the Servants of Flame are
gett ing ready to perform a ritual that will open the gateway
between Torth and wherever it is the dragons have been
imprisoned (a chaotic void, beneath the ocean before the
fi rst age, within the hidden stars, or whatever the GM thinks
best).
If the GM chooses, Shahade (the girl with green eyes) is also
present but in some kind of stupor. Although, she could be
their human sacrifice just as easily as another humanoid.
If it would be more dramatic (and the session is quickly
drawing to a close), the cultists could be mid-way through
their ritual. Otherwise, the adventurers have plenty of time
to either infi ltrate the Servants of Flame, pick cultists off
one by one, storm in via frontal assault, try to negotiate with
them, or simply wait until the ritual is underway.
The key to this ritual is the diminutive, awful idol in Trellyn
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Ikvaar’s possession. It’s the focal point, so destroying the
idol or killing Trellyn Ikvaar are the only ways of stopping
the portal’s creation. However, once the portal is open,
obliterating the idol or the cult’s leader will only prevent
dragons from being controlled - they are still coming
through, intent on repaying the debt of their incarceration
with ethereal torrents of chartreuse napalm!
Trellyn Ikvaar
HD: 7 HP: 27 AC: 11 [8] Att ack Bonus: +3 Damage: 1d6+1
(magic scimitar)
Special: Trellyn possesses the Scimitar of Sapphire Tears
(see back of book). He has three more uses of the blade’s
sapphires and will use them all if he’s fighting for his life.
He also knows spells up to and including 3rd level including
those contained at the end of this adventure.
Treasure: Besides the scimitar, he has the Key of Kahbdul
(see back of book), and a small leather pouch containing
seven medium sized rubies, each worth approximately 600
gold pieces.
Servants of Flame
HD: 2 HP: 9 AC: 13 [6] Att ack Bonus: +1 Damage: 1d6
(scimitars)
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New Magic Items
SCIMITAR OF SAPPHIRE TEARS
Th is sword dates back to the old times, before the nuclear fi re
nearly destroyed Torth. The base of its blade is decorated
with seven tear-shaped sapphires, three on one side and four
on the other.
The Scimitar has a keen edge and makes a critical on to-hit
rolls of 19 and 20. Additionally, it acts as a +1 weapon, +3
vs. reptiles (including giant lizards, lizard-folk, snake-men,
dragons, vampiric flying toads, etc.)
Most potent of all, the scimitar of sapphire tears can grant
its wielder advantage upon his att ack (effectively a +4 att ack
bonus). However, this is usable a maximum of 7 times per
owner. After each use of this special ability, a sapphire turns
to onyx.
FUSAHFEL
Dran’s +1 bastard sword has a black mother of pearl hilt with
a screaming skull as its pommel. The blade itself was forged
with three small rubies imbedded on its left side.
Once per day, Fusahfel can open a medium-sized portal to
another world… a nightmarish place of darkness, demons,
and dragons. The portal lasts for seven rounds.
PAIN AMPLIFIER
A silver rod, each end tapered, giving it a sleek appearance.
Many primitives, barbarians, and superstitious tribesmen
would consider it a magic wand. However, the pain amplifier
is a technological device. When the targeted individual is
touched with the device it does 1d4 damage, incapacitating
him for the same number of rounds.
PALE EMPRESS CORSET
Th is is a black corset reinforced with the bones of delicate
Exkraat demons. Wearing this black, magenta, and bone-
white garment gives the wearer advantage (+4 bonus) to
seduce, charm, or intimidate those in her presence. Though
enchanted, this corset is made for and will only fit a humanoid
woman between 5’ and 6’ tall.
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HEADDRESS OF SAHEESHA
Th is exotic headdress allows the wearer to communicate
telepathically (sending and picking up surface thought
waves) with individuals (within 50’).
THE DEVIL’S TOOTH
Said to be forged from the fallen debris of Torth’s eighth moon,
this two-handed sword is a +3 weapon, +5 vs. amorphous and
extra-dimensional/planar entities. Upon close examination,
the Devil’s Tooth barely resembles steel at all. In truth, it’s a
rare alloy containing unnatural (magical) properties.
The Devil’s Tooth is an intelligent blade and has an interesting
personality. Its usual silence is punctuated with sinister
whispers, tempting the wielder to vile acts. Those upon the
horns of a dilemma will be convinced (or coerced) into doing
whatever deed is darker (4 in 6 chance).
Additionally, the blade gives off a subtle vibration and
sensation of cold when in the presence (within 50’) of an
intelligent magical sword.
SHORT SWORD OF ASSASSINATION
Th is jagged, wild-curved blade is treated as a +1 weapon, +3
vs humanoids. It also yields advantage (+4 bonus) to hide,
stealth, and sneaking up on opponents.
KEY OF KAHBDUL
Th is large, iron key grants access to any locked (magical or
otherwise) door or container (such as a treasure chest) once
per day.
SANDSTORM
Sandstorm is a trident fashioned out of coral, precious stones,
and minerals found on the ocean floor.
Instead of the standard trident damage, it does 3d4. It’s
considered a +1 weapon.
Additionally, this magic item has adapted to its desolate,
parched environment. Rather than commanding the ocean, it
rules the desert! Once per day, the trident’s wielder may create
a sandstorm large enough to envelope one large creature, two
medium-sized creatures, or three small creatures.
Th is diminutive desert twister lasts for 1d12 rounds, dealing
1d6 damage per round. There’s no saving throw or dexterity
check that can extricate a victim from the sandstorm, nor can
victims do anything besides fl ail about.
New Spells BACKFIRE (4TH LEVEL)

Th is spell is cast upon a subject (such as the caster himself)

CREEPY CRIMSON (2ND LEVEL)
Writ in the blood of scary monks, this spell conjures a waft ing
mist of crimson hue. The blood red fog creeps slowly along the
ground, eventually (2d4 rounds after casting) manifesting as
the following...
1. Skeletons or skeletal figures... perhaps the seldom
mentioned bone masters!
2. Naked women. These women might be 1) screaming,
2) laughing, 3) seductive, or 4) giving birth.
3. Grotesque parodies of flesh with tentacles… so many
tentacles!
ahead of time. Later on, if the recipient of backfire is targeted
by an antagonist’s spell, the effect completely ignores the
target in favor of the caster.
For instance, Aervd the sorcerer casts backfi re on himself
before an upcoming batt le. During the batt le, a dark mage
casts fi reball on the entire party. The party, except for
Aervd, is affected by the fi reball as normal. However, the
damage Aervd would have experienced falls to the dark mage
instead.
Backfire lasts 10 minutes per caster level.

4. Large, slimy crimson worms slithering out of forbidden
tomes open to unspeakable pages of sanity-annihilating
horror!
5. Insects crawling over a children’s toy (such as a teddy
bear or half-melted doll head).
6. Roll twice and combine results or create your own (go
for broke, you sick bastard!)
Those witnessing such visions have a 2 in 6 chance of going
temporarily insane.
THE EYES OF KAANDAR (4TH LEVEL)
The sorcerer manifests a writhing mass of eyes floating above
him. Th is many-eyed beast is from Kaandar, the darkest of
the dark worlds. It seeks only one thing: humanoid slaves!
Every humanoid (other than the caster) who isn’t deliberately
averting his eyes, must make a saving throw or be compelled
to join the Kaandarian demon as it returns to its native plane.
The sorcerer’s companions have advantage (+4 bonus) on
their saving throws.

ERASURE (3RD LEVEL)

Th is spell wipes a specific object, individual, or event from a

subject’s memory. The effect lasts one day per level of caster.

RADICAL SUBJECTIVISM (3RD LEVEL)

When the spell is cast, a specific object ceases to exist for

a targeted individual. Conversely, the spell can be used to
make a non-existent object entirely real for an individual.
Either effects last for one hour per level of caster.

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Afterword
Th is adventure is for novice adventurers, though mid-level
PCs might also have an interesting time… depending on the
GM, of course.
Set within an urban/desert sandbox, I wanted Revelry in
Torth to get away from the linear “railroad” type of scenario.
Yet, there are several encounters wrapped up in plot points
able to guide parties towards a specific goal.
Some characters will want to enrich themselves, others to
save the kingdom – or become kings themselves, a few might
desire to save the girl, and there’s usually one in every party
who just wants to be part of the action – whatever it is. I think
there’s a litt le something for everyone in here. That was my
goal, anyways.
However, the good news (besides more of the same Vengerized
content) is that various elements can be mixed and matched.
Use the kaleidoscopic crystals from Purple, monster from
Liberation, or character class from Baleful or Swordsmen!
While such things may come from different worlds, their
aesthetic should be internally consistent enough to borrow
freely.
Revelry in Torth is the fi rst of a trilogy. Eventually, I will
author a second and third adventure set in this world. Th is
combined series will give GMs the full scope of Torth, each
book containing facets of the land and its mysterious people,
sorcery, artifacts, monsters, etc. Perhaps, you’ll create your
own scenario or guide book to running campaigns in Torth.
If you do, let me know. I’d be more than happy to consult on
such a project.

Lord Skittery’s murder is (or could be) the inciting incident

that puts everything in motion. Taking a different approach
will require the emphasis to be placed upon another encounter
or two. Certainly, the royal “family” can be used as a focal
point. After all, they rule Aryd’s End for better or worse.
Various side-quests and adventures could flow from the curio
shop, bordello, and the old man slapping wet clay into a Great
Old One shaped pile of horror. Depending on your GM style
and caliber of players, the party might drunkenly careen from
one encounter to another.

Torth, particularly Aryd’s End, was inspired by bits and

pieces of the Middle East, as well as, previously published
RPG sett ings. The familiar, exotic, and strange should mix
together so that the world appears evocative without being
overwhelming or a stereotypical cliche. To that end, I believe
Revelry in Torth could easily be placed within an established
fantasy campaign sett ing.

Those familiar with my previous work: Liberation of the

Demon Slayer, The Baleful Sorcerer of Tsathag’kha, Th ree
Swordsmen, and The Islands of Purple-Haunted Putrescence
might see the following patterns which I freely admit are
there… weird hybrid creatures, subtle references to pop
culture, evil sorcerers, love of reptiles (Snake-Men rule!),
random and tangential encounters, along with a few things
that will just outright kill a man (or possibly destroy the
entire world). What can I say? I can’t help myself.

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 Revelry in Torth takes place in a post-apocalyptic world.
Seven of the most powerful wizards created a gargantuan
fireball that destroyed the world in order to prevent a slave
revolt that threatened to extinguish humanity.
Hundreds of years after the holocaust, people are distrustful
of magic, each other, and the unbridled forces of Chaos...
demons, devils, dragons, and extra-dimensional aberrations.
Out of the night-cursed desert comes heroes, villains, and
treasure-seeking mercenaries to upset the balance of power.
You are one of these fearless adventurers. Is that a scorpion
squid erupting from the moons-lit sand? Attack!

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